She was scooped, and cradling her broken arm against her side so they didn't jostle.

The teen could really only think of one person to call, and she knew.....

Her a** was grass.

She'd be in trouble.

"Yeah." She waited till the got to the hospital, powering down and reciting the number off. "Can you call....my Uncle Hurst....." And with that, the girl was taken away to be treated.

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